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31/3/25 Even the Trumplings were turning into Dump Trumplings at last, as they finally realized this popular guy President was not actually...

This is the third and (possibly) final instalment in the story. I wanted to see if I could write something in the 'romantasy' genre which I understand is all the rage now. But having created these characters I feel somewhat loathe to let them go. Cerian's about to embark on a whole new life and who know where it will take her ? Or maybe it's best if we just let her go and use our own imaginations...

Marie Tudor was a single parent who needed to work to make ends meet. Her son Billy looked forward to summer holidays like most kids his age. By the...

The fairy lights twinkled along the eaves of Nash’s house, and every bush in the front garden bloomed with a Christmas crop of diamonds. They’d...

My second instalment in the Pen y ffrwd story.

Max It Out A circle with no end, a web of whispered lies, spun by architects of the unreal. Wolves without teeth, yet still they devour. Sowing...

Floating fairies in the air they glow everywhere this room comes alive with the shadows on the walls made by the street lights out side my window now...

Back in motion with a poem I wrote during a reflectionary period. I was questioning my self-worth as someone with CPTSD. The whole "____ girls" is based off of my experience with harmful unsolicited advice from loved ones that reflects deeper issues like generational trauma, victim blaming, and overall misogyny.